Short Buoyancy Poems
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Young seagulls are
Kites, gliding in thin air
Gaining sustenance
From every breeze
Uplifted by stiff winds
Achieving buoyancy,
Once again
Archimedes` principle,
Eureka! he said,
buoyant force is same as weight.
* I know it`s funny but boredom just took over me during Physics class.
My soul comforts me in times of stress
Guiding me down the path avoiding the mess
Fortunate you'll agree
Feeling the buoyancy
Till my time is up in this game of chess
shallow is my regret
for a deeper sea of experience
fills me
on this I float
Lighthearted Linda had an effervescent buoyancy
Spirited, gay, and lively, she totally lifted up me
Having a good friend like this seemed like a thrilling luxury
Much better than a yacht or a five-hundred-dollar shopping spree
The body is unwilling,
It screams in response,
Dragging the soul down into it,
I extend my being,
Wrapping myself up in,
Thoughts,
Of purer buoyancy,
Drifting towards me,
I cling,
Lacking the will,
I slip,
Down I go again.
Skip me like a stone on water,
While I test my buoyancy
I float then sink, as I stop to think
Of what would become of me
The torrent drifts in endless shift
Throw my body to the Waves
For then I'm made to be its Gift,
And pleased with what I gave
Aspires buoyancy,
Morning sun peaks to brilliance,
Woes forego , sunsets !!
Haiku - 5/7/5
Written on 10/5/14
Sponsor- Shadow Hamilton
Contest - Into the Sunset
Decorum walking on stilts
There's a train station beckoning you goodbye
Young Bobby is talking adamantly
he has lost his chance
Your hallmark has lost its sheen
paper machinations,
a wave of apprehension
out out of time
prepare to meet your maker
SANGUINE SENILITY-:-
twilight
embroidered
decreptitude
reminiscence
ephemeral
of AGELESS NAÏVE AURA
afflatus
ensconced
terminality
ambiguity
enshrined
in CRUMPLED CANVAS
petrified
buoyancy
portrayed
optimistic
senescence
Babbling bantering behind bashful backs
Bolstering bizarre behavior between brawling brothers
Before bogus betrayals bragging both bravo
Benevolent beguile beginning bequeath
Borrowed broker buoyancy best brainchild
Beneath broken bureaucrats breach
LOL
In cosmopolitan artificiality
he orchestrated ways and means for excited culls
Initiated to ensure free world buoyancy
To prevent corruption by power hungry moguls
Taken from Many miles away 3/30/14
Date 8/7/20 Gregory R Barden Sponsor
Poetry Contest Rithimus Divisa 4
this sensation
of footsteps
falling hollow
like shadows
buoyant on air
wingless
that i am
can't ground
this perception
of flight
tired
of this weight
stacked
against me
and struggled
little breaths
of life
sometimes
i wish
to close my eyes
and drift
endlessly
away
Mischievous flint spark
razes lethargy’s prison
igniting joy’s fuse.
Majestic maple
sheds summer’s scarlet dreams
naked but for hope
Frolicsome breeze
unencumbered by custom
transports wisdom’s seeds
Still morning lagoon
shimmers cosmic buoyancy
atop deep pure peace.
I keep my eyes upright and close,
My hands far away,
My breath in a circle,
My words are gifted roses
From heart to heart,
Nose to nose, until the soul
Unfolds, open, melts and closes.
My words grow in a moment's season
Under the light of the tenderness and the
Breeze of the beauty and the reason,
Then, their seeds echo away.
Jealous
The dreams are philosophying
Where the thoughts wander
There is a prophesy of a place
A station to claim
The buoyancy incites a jealousy
Why being jealous?
It is because of the beauty of it all
So don't just be jealous
But be prideful in your positive jealousy.
Because it makes you ambitious
By Asangalisah Akantere Isaiah
When far away
erasing footsteps
your silence is my voice-
the moment of recline
my buoyancy
blessing you with sleep.
So sleep-
but this time
refrain from flying
or standing at Earth's center
breathing in and out
fiery travail.
There are magic swords
and dragon wings
wide as eternity
but only in dreamless sleep
can I quietly hold
and love you.
Nibbling at a piece of moon
I lost the zero line
of my violence
mapping the lone
jungle.
The waning light
flaunting the peaks
for docking
the missile
in dark.
The body of water,
prior to the tempest,
will invite the brown
creator to pull
the ropes.
The past reappears,
shows presence. I
search word anchors
to reach
buoyancy.
Satish Verma
Our dimension
is one of constant change
realization almost immediately
gone, at the point of capture
all we know is in retrospect --
floating on a buoyancy of grace,
faith, a divine contract --
written in seasons
the journeys of stars
feelings the truth we call life:
weeps and joys of nature~
God, the knowable and unknowable,
translator and ever greater mystery….
Bright light so useful, suddenly goes off
Under great pressure for love to rebuff
Open challenge for living to be tough
Youthfulness, marred by emotional cough
And surrounded by most negative stuff
No need putting happiness in small cuffs
Cut skin, weary eyes, bruised head, life is rough
Yet to go low, all are not bad enough
To the young, Time is growing
and achievement...to the old,
it is comforting and survival;
to God, perhaps, reconciliation,
an opportunity to show His
Grace and far Greater Love.
For me, it is where I float
my poetry, having put my all
into the buoyancy and power
of words; the indefatigable
currents of phrases imagined,
once beyond the horizon, dipping
into the formless deep....
I’ve drowned for love,
and risen, a Surfer!
Life is like that, ebb
and flow – crests and
Wipe-outs! Such deep relationships
only having buoyancy two hearts
are willing to support. There
are no pamphlets, no programs
for guarantee. Love being
deliciously happy or madly
Bizzerk says one has been both
Beneficiary and Floundering Jerk --
What the heck...it all transcribes
to poetry!
You are the Dead Sea
You just take and take and take
Never giving back
Concentrated...with your needs
Buoyancy made of your pride
The one who enters
Cannot dive into your depths
Cannot open eyes
To see what resides inside
To me, you are the Dead Sea
I flow with my love
I just give and give and give
I am parched and dry
Immersion is what I need
You will never be a stream
Eileen Manassian Ghali
At times like this--
(the petting of moonlight)
(awakens in me
a deeper stillness)
reaching for a treasured
formless place
I recall
guiltless floating--
relieved of all sharp corners
(my reason for retreat)
seaside
I enter a radiant eye...
(translucent wave with center
washes over me
a safe wade from
the splattered shore)
fresh with
renewed buoyancy
I reclaim
a fluid nest....
The year has passed. away
And the Sun, marking the Time
Crept down a step further,
Throwing the anguish of the past
On the New comer.
But a bafflement subdues
The buoyancy of his mind
As he returns to the mooring Where the new ends,
Aid Boredom (dispersal In the desolate street)
The Time has kept it tied
And though his legs are trembling
He lingers and then throws himself
On the wreckage of Tomorrow.